How does love work?
Is it chemistry like so many people say?
Or it is just the human brain manipulating itself?
It doesn’t matter what causes it because it’ll happen anyways.

Prince Charming.
No other man like him:
Sweet, Romantic, Manly,
Loving, Courageous, Caring,
Selfless.
The man I would dream of on the darkest days of my childhood.

But there is you:
Hard headed and *****.
Exactly what I need, right?

Tearing every inch of me apart and sewing me back together.
Then cutting me,
but soothing my pain with a bandaid followed by your gentle touch.
Cutting me again, this time deeper,
Then looking into my eyes with a sweet sorrow and using your magic to numb me again.
It continues.
Until my leg disappears.
I am not fine with it,
but you convince me that I am okay.
That I am happy.
That I am happy.
That I still need you.

There's no logic in it... all feeling.